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A work to no work

From busy schedule to no work table
From able body to feel all of sudden unable
The isolation and loneliness is understandable
It is growing within but not manageable

How from hectic work you have come a grindig halt?
How all of sudden the soulnd has been rubbed with salt?
All careate unbearable pain just to make you panicky
The preoblem is growing more and almost becomes tricky

It is natural cycle that repeats after certain interval
The autumn becomes paramount after its arrival
The spring might have ruled for some times to come
It can not remain permanent as it is not destined to welcome

Everything is subjected to decay
Even old age may come to our dismay
The youth and energy may not remain forever
It is advised to adjust accordingly therefore

There can be only reminsceneces of romantic stage
It might have grown beautifully with the age
The print might have been looked as golden on the page
You should have surrrendered to your love even when in great rage

It is not easy to sit under sky and stare
It is leading not to solution anywhere
It may harp on your memeory mercilessly
Those things may come on screen and trouble you endlessly

It is easy to forget unpleasant things but difficult to forget
All beautiful moments slipping away and and can’t be let
You weep your face by hiding it under the piece of small cloth
Is the isolation and lonneliness not killing you by combining both?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Memories

Those bad memories remain and don’t vanish
Whatever they might have done to tarnish
Still they pinch and remain close to chest
To forget them easily even trying very best

It is not that they were in control and mighty
Enough sources to bring us down and feel pity
It was their constant drive to keep us at the bay
We too were waiting for golden chance to repay

It is natural that repeats at regular interval
Ups go down and down with show dismal
Never to regain old glory and strong position
God has arranged such beautiful composition

Had it not been easy to forget or last?
Life would have ended miserable and very fast
Doubts might have ruled the mind and cast
Engulfed with revengeful ideas to blast

Person shouldn’t think of what actually went wrong
Why did he not get love and wasn’t lucky among
Was he destined to rise later with new scales?
No danger to self even if he was swimming with whales

Try to reason out factor that guided you
Nothing went wrong as you had blessings from thou
He can be invisible but never a different to all
Guides you to destiny if you give him sincere call

Memories are meant to be with us and will remain
They should be confined but not allowed to gain
They should be brought on surface when we look back
It is part of golden domain with a beautiful pack

Some are carried away little emergence
Start weeping among friend’s presence
It gives them relief as they always dominated
They may never know why it never got eliminated

It may go off with one’s exit from this beautiful world
He may feel its warmth even in shivering cold
You may slip into memory and unable to hold
It is treasure and stored in memory as pure gold

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A no time

I heard people sayng they have no time.
They can't pray but spare time for crime.
Though nothing is achieved without His grace.
All the time we remain panicky with sullen face.

Everything is destined to be destroyed
Things may notbe changed evenif you are annoyed
There is everything such as sorrow and joy
There is plenty of time to enjoy

It will be great pity if we fail to oblige
There is great socpe and means to realize
It must be borne in mind that it may not stay for while
You got to search the alternative meanwhile

Never sit idle and watch it helplessly
No desparate try to suffer it endlessly
There can't be any suggstion for smooth passage
We got to pick it up and treat it as message

Everything has an appointed hour
It may not remain permanent however
We got to make use of every means
Though we may face terrible and odd scenes

It will afford us all the opportunities
It may last long for certain futilities
There has to be some principle to make it worth while
You may have no problem for going an extra mile

It is not the simple way of leading
We may be falling in traps and heading
It is needed to clear all hurdles in lines
It is there for us to make it shine

We may be working till the arrival death
We may still be working till last breath
It is quite human to work always with greed
Though there is no use of it or have any need

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not dead

For almost a week I have remained unread
Physically fit, mentally stable and not exactly dead
Yet cut off from whole of the word and readers
As power cables here are cut by the road repairers

No doubt, they are seized with the time schedule
They care for nothing as they have to spread the surface over miles
Repair, dig, resurface and keep up with the growing need
The social needs are to be give top priority with the greed

No one may interfere with each others work and continue
Whatever may be the damage on the way, it shall have no review
Many may be thriving on such practice as the work goes on
Public may suffer for few days but may enjoy when they are finally gone

I am unable to communicate with friends
As if the life has been brought to standstill or to an end
Neither I can approach nor can they make contact
I have to remain contended with routine acts

Yes, the isolation from hectic life can be termed as dead activity
You are left with nothing except to sing a song or pray almighty
But this too can be liked by an individual for early morning hours
Rest of the day may be spent aimlessly or lying on the floors

I realized the importance of idle life with that of an individual
Person can feel relieved for few days but can not treat it as casual
It creates vacuum and laziness that further builds devil's workshop
Only destructive or negative ideas crop up in mind and stay at the top

It is killing me from inside with no social contact
I have remained all these years as social animal in fact
I can't remain idle without writing even for a day
Now it is almost a week that I have been forced to remain away

"I shall pray freely now almighty without any worry or trouble"
"The death of wife had brought an end to his entire struggle"
One of the legendary poet lamented over loss of wife in such a worry free style
I am no greater person but an ordinary man to pull on for a while

I have realized how painful it is to remain cut off
Not all may be attached as much as I am and subjected to laugh
Yet I feel the growing need for person to remain within circle
We are social animal and need constantly to fight on with the struggle

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A total isolation

I feel lonely and think of total isolation
Something has struck to me as surprise revelation
I was shocked over last few days’ development
There was uneasy calm and slow movement

It was out come of some body’s desertion
It was denial of firm commitment or assertion
It was bothering me with concern and too much
I was unable to move freely as such

This loneliness in life is very dangerous stage
You may unable to maneuver or mange
Someone may loose heart from the beginning
Rest may remain calm and always grinning

You feel vacuum and no charm
It may cause great harm
The relation may not remain warm
You may prefer to go out of home and remain at farm

You may cry in wilderness but no one may hear
Pin and agony you alone may bear
There will be nobody to call you as dear
You may be weeping with lots of tears

You may love to be in secluded place
You will try to rub the memory and leave no trace
It is now known to everybody that you have fallen out of grace
You will be looked upon as defeated person who has lost the case

You are crest fallen person on ground
No sympathy is offered to you or found
You may make unsuccessful attempt or round
It is futile attempt and doesn’t look sound

It may take all your Peace and sleep
You may not be freely able to weep
You will be afraid of loosing the face
It has proved you very costly race

It may cause you irreparable damage
It is not less than murder or carnage
It is unbearable on your part to manage
It may send you back by many years in age

Survive the onslaught and come out with roar
You must be able to stand on the floor
There is no use staying in indoor
You have everything good in your store

You may suffer many set backs
You may be fired and sacked
There will still be more shocks
You still have to walk and keep always awake

Isolation is not be the only answer
You can count them on fingers as fewer
What is best solution or remedy?
It should not, result in tragedy or comedy

Come out clean and face the trauma
It may not end in good drama
You are the man to stand fast
It is the end chance last

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Isolation

In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to self preservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize
Isolation, isolation, Isolation, isolation, isolation.

song performed by by New Order
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Easy and Difficult

Easy to get a place in someone’s address book
Difficult is to get a place in someone’s heart
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking
Difficult is to control the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us
Difficult is to heal the wound
Easy is to forgive others
Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules
Difficult is to follow them
Easy is to dream every night
Difficult is to fight for a dream
Easy is to show victory
Difficult is to accommodate defeat with dignity
Easy is to admire a full moon
Difficult is to see the other side
Easy is to stumble on a stone
Difficult is to get up
Easy is to enjoy life every day
Difficult is to give its real value
Easy is to pray every night
Difficult is to find God in small things
Easy is to promise something to someone
Difficult is to fulfill the promise
Easy is to say we love
Difficult is to show it every day
Easy is to criticize others
Difficult is to improve oneself
Easy is to make mistakes
Difficult is to learn from them
Easy is to weep for lost love
Difficult is to take care of it so as not to lose it
Easy is to think about improving
Difficult is to stop thinking and putting it into action
Easy is to think bad of others
Difficult is to give them the benefit of doubt
Easy is to receive
Difficult is to give

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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It Dont Come Easy

(it dont come easy, you know it dont come easy)
(it dont come easy, you know it dont come easy)
Got to pay your dues if you want to sing the blues
And you know it dont come easy
You dont have to shout or leap about
You can even play them easy
Forget about the past and all your sorrow
The future wont last
It will soon be your tomorrow
I dont ask for much, I only want your trust
And you know it dont come easy
And this love of mine keeps growing all the time
And you know it dont come easy
Open up your heart, lets come together
Use a little luck, and we will make it work out better
Got to pay your dues if you want to sing the blues
And you know it dont come easy
You dont have to shout or leap about
You can even play them easy
Please remember peace is how we make it
Here withing your reach, is your freedom to take it
I dont ask for much, I only want your trust
And you know it dont come easy
(de de de) growing all the time
And you know it dont come easy
(thank you)

song performed by by George Harrison
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All answers

Why have we extended so much or overstretched
Why do we feel frustrated and our dreams wrecked?
Have we grown so much obsessive and materialistic?
Do we not care about real world and remain static?

All answer is in yes and we got to consider it seriously
Complete thing stands vindicated and to be understood obviously
Either we remain contended with whatever we have
Or stands exposed in eyes and strangely behave

We want to become millionaire without hard work overnight
We want to have smooth way without making so flight
This is all we are doing everyday in our day to day dealing
It has absence of kind touch which is needed for healing

We endure no pain and get excited at little setback
We become overenthusiastic at sudden come back
We don’t take it casually and surrender to the tendency
The moral fabric is lost and has increased its frequency

Nothing may prevail or last long if there is no mental peace
Life can’t become normal if we don’t live at ease
Everything has to be given go bye and must cease
We may feel elated with the source of new energy release

Even if we go for the things which are not destined for
You will have nothing on hand or might have seen before
It will have its own course and is bond to happen
Fruits to may not have yellow color if they are not ripen

Rejoice and participate in the thing at natural way
Not to worry much and any attention got to pay
It will have its own impact and make swing
We may be able to fly even with crippled wing

Let it go in natural way and feel the joy
Have your own way and completely enjoy
It may take you to the world of your own
Where there is no pain and no one can disown

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An open up

You may invite me with open hand
Shower the love and beautifully garland
It may be remembered as unforgettable event
Unique opportunity or chance heavenly sent

I must greet the occasion with lot of fun fare
I know it won’t land me anywhere
If the heaven is to be found somewhere
Then it is definitely here and not there

I shall surrender to her charismatic skill
It may loose my face for shot sure kill
I may still go for it with strong will
There is time left for to wait still

I shall always think of betterment
There may still be glorious moments
The permanent bond is yet to be strengthened
I should remain soft and stand should not be hardened

At no stage she should feel let down
She must willingly offer but not with face frown
We may come to be known as true lover
We may last long as firm believer

She may offer everything at her disposal
She may burst with joy upon my arrival
I may still restrain and offer warm reception
I am very clear in approach with honest adoption

Never to forget but never to let
If it is plain truth and fact
I must cautiously behave and act
To fall in but not to react

You may remain in my house slot
There is reservation in holy plot
I was living like barren land
To make it greener you extended hand

You may remain forever hot
I am also boiling water in pot
It may be good if acted on spot
Anxiety may end with enjoyment lot

Come and stay as much as you can
I shall remain always your fan
See to it that it moves like train
I must get the seat without any rain

You may shower with all your sweats
It may also result in dry land to wet
What may emerge from it as new creation?
It won't remain there as mere recreation

We have into being for reality show
There may still be challenges to throw
It must have fine start with easy go
It must mushroom in time but not very slow

Every individual has his own way of dealing
He may come forward with intention of healing
Why not to act in earnest and work as healer?
Why to barter love for no stake and act as dealer

See it as door to enlightenment
Accept it as good sign with no comments
Life is tragedy and must be lived with full respect
One must peep into soul trajectory and inspect

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No more grief

It is humane to cry over split milk
Can not afford for cotton still long for silk
Exactly opposite to the God’s will
No happiness and contentment still

No dead can be brought to life
Same can happen with your dearest wife
One departed means once for all
No use of crying over it and wishing for recall

It is nature’s cycle and inevitable
Even though we may be strong and capable
So many things we can do or attain
But the past events are difficult to maintain

Many might have glorious past
The life would have been easy and spent very fast
They might have lived with colorful situation
They would have wished too for its permanent continuation

It is not easy to forget passed events
They might have passed as fast movement
No one can reel back the time
It has gone off and not remained as prime

It should not have any bearing on future
As no one is confident and very much sure
The past can be buried and present can be pushed
Careful planning for future and not to be rushed

The past is hunting you like grave wound
The is not with you or can never be found
It keeps you restless and does not allow you to rest
There will be no use shedding tears and not trying best

As the cloak can not be pushed back
So the time and fortune can not be brought back too
The lesson must be taken from it to go ahead
Certainly the uncertainty must be over and fears must be allayed

It is advised not to worry so much
Things can not be brought back as such
It is thing of past and must be treated
As by gone is by gone and purpose is defeated

It will be futile attempt to live under fallacy
You will be helpless and live under mercy
You must come out of past shock
As the time go on ticking in clock

It is natural to be alert on your part
It is normal way and no body can depart
It you cling to old things and do not forgo
There won’t be any place left to go

So try to be flexible and possibly adjust
It is very much essential and must
One should remain vigilant all the time and be careful
It is going to be very much useful

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A rose is always rose

I dreamt of my youth on wane
It was still there and not gone
Still conclusion not forgone
Enough was yet to be done

Ruled the scene of love for ever
the fear for self was not there and never
I was considered the king of flowers
The rain pleased always with showers

I did all possible to cover my petal
The age was showing effect on its arrival
The dreams were threatened to be shattered
It was natural cycle and could not be altered

I am not still ruled by any darkness
I have still rosy charm with fineness
I may go down with old charm
Still there won’t be any great harm

You can call it misfortune
It is in keeping with the tune
One has to disappear and make the way
Whether it is with time or sun’s hard rays

It may be tough process
I shall loose complete access
We may certainly cease to exist
The stage is prepared for our exit

We might have existed for brief
It was definitely good relief
We never took it as grief
Though it is common belief

Let everything change but we may remain
It is our known area and domain
We have everything to offer and gain nothing
This is what we are afraid of something

Our roots may be giving way
They may not remain strong and give away
Still you won’t find any wrinkle on our face
We are for true love and not for mad race

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Forgiving You Was Easy

Forgiving you was easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
I just keep thinking and your memory is forever on my mind
You know I'll always love you and I can't forget the days when you were mine
Forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
The bitter fruit of anger growing from the seeds of jealousy
Oh what a heartache but I forgive the things you said to me
Cause I believe forgiving is the only way that I'll find peace of mind
And forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
The years have passed so quickly as once again fate steals a young man's dreams
Of all the golden years and growing old together you and me
You asked me to forgive you-you said there was another on your mind
Forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
Forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time

song performed by by Willie Nelson, lyrics by Willie Nelson from Me & Paul (February 1985)
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Extreme corner

She held my hand firmly
No expressions but remained calmly
She was deep in thought and looked sadly
She wanted to say something but feared badly

Generally speaking, it is always one sided affair
Ladies suffer more and this one is totally unfair
Pain and agony kill them from inside
They have no means to retain or easily confide

I had spent very memorable moments
I flowed with her but remained silent
She wore deserted look and looked barren
I was experiencing hell in heaven

I tried to read her face between lines
She was unable to keep herself on sideline
She was about to weep with almost broken stage
I tried to console her as understood and correctly guessed

It was not all about my desertion
That was never feared and remained out of question
I am of opinion that relation must remain open and frank
But her cal composure made me to think and I slowly sank

She had never thought of illogical bond
Even though she remained firm and fond
I was from different cast and little inferior
More in age and looked more of senior

She feared backlash and reprisal
The dark clouds indicated their arrival
She sensed of some unforeseen consequences
Even though she was of strong mind with presence

Tears rolled out endlessly in mere silence
I allowed her to deplete sorrows at once
“We ere meant for each other and remain so”
I assured her with firm resolve to forget and forgo

Sometimes sentiments drive us to the extreme corner
Any good or bad things come in life later or sooner
But some lucky people get them as they wanted
And some suffer as they were meant to be suffocated

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nothing seems right

Nothing seemed perfectly right from beginning
I could not believe it was end of an inning
May be sun was rushing for immediate shelter
Icy wind took over to indicate arrival of winter

Nature’s cycle was at its best and in tune
It functioned smoothly in the month of June
Dark clouds took reign of whole sky
I failed to understand and asked why?

Earth greeted with joy the rain’s arrival
It was as if preparation for the festival
The life scene was suddenly to change
It was not impossible but difficult to manage

God has created space for everyone
Everything is managed and orderly done
Everybody look at sky and sincerely pray
To lead a life in best possible way

May be I am destined to lie very low
I must look forward and not below
No one is getting its undue share
You got to play your part very fare

Sometimes it may not click but coincide
Luck may turn back and not decide
You may loose the chance and lament
Witness in isolation without any comment

Luck or no luck it is complete cycle
Somewhere it has to meet in circle
It may take longer time than expected
Fortune is not something which can be invented

Well, try to adjust if nothing goes well
Don’t term it as hard luck or living hell
It is destined to take place and realized soon
You may witness showers in shining noon

It is not that poor may remain always poor
Draught may not end with heavy shower
Everything has its own time and place
Hut can be turned into mansion or palace

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Crazy Jane On God

That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Banners choke the sky;
Men-at-arms tread;
Armoured horses neigh
In the narrow pass:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
I had wild jack for a lover;
Though like a road
That men pass over
My body makes no moan
But sings on:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Before their eyes a house
That from childhood stood
Uninhabited, ruinous,
Suddenly lit up
From door to top:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Oh, that lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.

song performed by by Van Morrison
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A nice feeling

What makes one to feel great?
Is it glory or achievement of feat?
Does the money matter so much?
How happiness can play part as such?

There are many conclusions which can be drawn
People may feel jealous and their faces may remain frown
They may also wish you to go down
But alas! you may progress and still remain unknown

I feel elated and have reason to feel proud
Creative work always speaks so loud
I have accepted it as simple fact which serves as food
Something to think about and deliver the good

You feel burden when heavily taxed
Evening at home not pleasant when body is relaxed
Solution is in sight but problem looks waxed
Junior get promotion when senior are axed

There was no reason to feel panicky
I was not at all at their mercy
I could afford to remain all the time very busy
Life looked very interesting and easy

I found honorable place
Happy to feel with glow on face
I had so much craze for mad race,
In cards game I had all the three aces

It had made me somewhat arrogant
I used to remain very ignorant
I never considered it useful or important
I was trying for immediate result and very instant

I used to feel frustrated when faced with failure
I was very much assured and feeling secured
The set back was not expected or bound to take place
The hesitation on my part was not easy to replace

I had developed feeling coupled with anger and hate
Why to play so many tricks against fate?
What, if creative work is read little late?
Certainly it is not faked with artificial rate

I wondered and what would happen?
Why not competition is not kept wide and open?
Emerging poets may find their place with dues
Wide horizons is open with broader views

There may be many standing in queue,
Sad and helpless for the opening of new avenues
Sun may shine in their way bright luck,
Relentless march may not prove as sitting duck

You have every reason to feel satisfied
Your success is open and not mystified
Your efforts has made it simplified
It stands there as unique feat and must be glorified

Leave it alone and need not bother
It may show the ways to others
It is bound to happen and take place
You have every reason to rejoice

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A way to feel proud